The Works of Mr Abraham Cowley Consisting of Those which were formerly Printed: And Those which he Design'd for the Press, Now Published out of the Authors Original Copies ... The Text Edited by A. R. Waller |
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The Monopoly.
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The Monopoly.
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What Mines of Sulphur in my breast do ly,That feed th' eternal burnings of my heart?
Not Ætna flames more fierce or constantly,
The sounding shop of Vulcans smoaky art;
Vulcan his shop has placed there,
And Cupids Forge is set up here.
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Here all those Arrows mortal Heads are made,That flye so thick unseen through yielding air;
The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade
Are Jealousie, Fear, Sadness, and Despair.
Ah cruel God! and why to me
Gave you this curst Monopolie?
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I have the trouble, not the gains of it;Give me but the disposal of one Dart;
And then (I'll ask no other benefit)
Heat as you please your furnace in my Heart.
So sweet's Revenge to me, that I
Upon my foe would gladly dy.
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Deep into'her bosom would I strike the dart;Deeper than Woman e're was struck by Thee;
Thou giv'st them small wounds, and so far from th'Heart,
They flutter still about, inconstantly,
Curse on thy Goodness, whom we find
Civil to none but Woman-kind!
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Vain God! who women dost thy self adore!Their wounded Hearts do still retain the powers
To travel, and to wander as before;
Thy broken Arrows 'twixt that sex and ours
So 'unjustly are distributed;
They take the Feathers, we the Head.
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